Flower in the Cracks

I ‘ve been inspired of late and written a couple songs. This one is a reflection on both the Easter season and the practice of resurrection I’m involved with called urban gardening.

March 21 and the bitter chill is a fading memory
The air wakes up with a new scent and a feeling of harmony
With a skip in my gait I whistle my mind
Walking through the city leaving everything behind
Out of nowhere something stopped me in my tracks
In the midst of the concrete jungle there’s a flower in the cracks
I never thought Spring such a powerful thing
Until I saw the sidewalk give way
The moment my illusion of control was unmasked
I prayed, “Lord hasten the day!”

It’s not my fault if you can’t see the resurrection around you
There is life right under our feet.
Don’t let the concrete drown you.
The worms and the weeds, the birds and the seeds
The roots and the shoots will ground you
Listen to the song of life and the God of creation surround you

What lies beneath the concrete is life and beauty awaiting
Jackhammers and grass are both anticipating
The Great Beyond, a new dawn, a life that’s more than skating
When we patch that sidewalk flat there’s something that we’re trading

It’s not my fault if you can’t see the resurrection around you
There is life right under our feet.
Don’t let the concrete drown you.
The worms and the weeds, the birds and the seeds
The roots and the shoots will ground you
Listen to the song of life and the God of creation surround you